Freya's POV
My breath caught as I stared at him in disbelief.
Mack quickly raised his hands in defense. "I'm not suggesting anything inappropriate. I simply think that cramped rental isn't doing you any favors. Your little pug barely has room to stretch its legs."
"How thoughtful of you to worry about my dog too." I shot him a sideways look, my lips twitching despite the warmth spreading through my chest.
This impossibly perfect man of mine.
Mack caught my barely suppressed smile and grew emboldened, reaching for my hand. His thumb traced gentle circles across my knuckles.
"If you love someone, you love everything about them, right? Your pug seems to like me well enough, so naturally I want what's best for both of you."
His voice softened as he coaxed me, eyes growing tender. "So what do you say? If this place appeals to you, just move in. I swear I won't cross any lines. Until you're completely ready to accept me, I'll be nothing but respectful."
